Denzel Curry – GOGETA Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Gotta kill it for my niggas dying off (Uh, uh)
Gotta feel it ’til a nigga get it off (Yuh, uh)
Feelin’ like the rocker, nigga, walk and talk (Uh, yuh)
You could be the ball, but you would never ball (Aww)
Kill again, peel it out, tie it off (Yeah, what?)
Pokémon, bitch, I’m known to evolve (Yuh, yuh)
Run the game, bitch, I don’t ever jog (What? Huh?)
Make a check, like a nigga been to Prague (Aww)
Made a monopoly, nobody stopping me (Huh? Yuh)
Them I’m gon’ build the economy, uh (Yuh, yuh)
Takin’ the property, eat it like Jollibee (Uh, yuh)
Then it’s goin’ straight to the colony (Uh, yuh)
EBT, easily, no one this season seein’ me, uh (Uh, yuh, yuh)
Agree to disagree, it’s cool ’cause I believe in me, yuh

[Pre-Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Fire in my palm (Yeah), bitch, I’m never calm (Yeah)
Put my hands up, time to make a spirit bomb (Get back!)

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
I got heaters, yuh!
Now my neck Gogeta, yuh! (Uh)
Derek Jeter, yuh!
Knock a nigga out his sneakers, yuh! (Uh)
Got heatseekers, yuh!
Go hard like Gogeta, yuh! (Uh)
Derek Jeter, yuh!
Knock a nigga out his sneakers, yuh! (Uh, yeah)

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
Really go hard, been a strong machine
So I came with the force that a Jedi never seen
Way too high like I’m caught up in a tree
But a nigga might die if he interupt the peace
Fuck do you mean?
All of my niggas, they fucking supreme
Pull up and run it like I was Usain
Thinking ’bout my life but a nigga left the game
But a hater want beef then I pull up with the gang
Look at the stats, uh
Got you boys training for weeks, yuh, yuh
Hyperbolic got me super, probably [?] will probably bring fatigue
My nigga, my fucking eye is on the cream
I gotta just ex ’em out by any means
[?]
She sucking my Dragon Balls until I’m Z’d, yuh
Got every wish that you need, yuh
Puffing that Piccolo weed, yuh
Pussy, I’m way out your league
Put your lil’ nigga straight into debris, yuh

[Pre-Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Fire in my palm (Yeah), bitch, I’m never calm (Yeah)
Put my hands up, time to make a spirit bomb (Get back!)

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
I got heaters, yuh!
Now my neck Gogeta, yuh! (Uh)
Derek Jeter, yuh!
Knock a nigga out his sneakers, yuh! (Uh)
Got heatseekers, yuh!
Go hard like Gogeta, yuh! (Uh)
Derek Jeter, yuh!
Knock a nigga out his sneakers, yuh! (Uh, yeah)

[Outro]
You know this come has power or something
Black power
Power to give a fool like you nightmares
So you will understand that
Black power

BROCKHAMPTON – INFATUATION lyrics

[Intro: Merlyn Wood]
You fired, you fired (for Joie!)
Shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy
Shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy
Shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy
Shawty shot me out the atmosphere, well this one year
I was flyin’ high in the pimp plane atmosphere
Shy, shawty, shawty shy, shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy
Shawty, shawty shy, shawty shy, shawty, shawty shy
Shawty, shawty shot me out the sky, well this one year
I was flyin’ high in the pimp plane atmosphere

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
If she could, she could see my final form
I could see you Majin Buu-in’ on my Dragon Balls
What you need a map and backpack just to find the one?
Dora, Dora, come home, you been searchin’ too long

[Verse 1: Rodney Tenor]
Shit, high-waist jeans with a kid
Shorty always flexin’ on the ‘gram
Tight, tight jeans with a rack make me go on a rant
Shawty, but your attitude rank
Drunk at the club with your girls only here for the drinks
Untouchable data, unmeasurable playa’
God, the moderator, I ain’t sayin’, I’m hittin’
I’m was just wondering if I could call at your number
If I was ever in trouble, if I could take you home
I ain’t a doper, you ain’t a smoker
I’m hopin’ to get to know you, I wonder if I could get you gone, girl
I was lookin’ for ride-or-dies
And there you came through with your false disguise, yeah, yeah
I ain’t fuckin’ around no more
Don’t hear me, all she hear was sha-la-la-la

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
If she could, she could see my final form
I could see you Majin Buu-in’ on my Dragon Balls
What you need a map and backpack just to find the one?
Dora, Dora, come home, you been searchin’ too long

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
We all gonna die one day, man ain’t that crazy? (that cray)
She said thats an odd way convince me to be your lady
That be why you bae, but you is not my baby
I met these three black girls: Ocian, Jurnee, and Mercedes
One’s a queen, one’s narcoleptic, and one is crazy
Pickin’ one lover’s just like pickin’ one daisy
I need at least a dozen in my DM’s on the daily
Why get your nose stuck in one when you can sniff the bouquet?

[Outro: Joba]
La, la, la, la, ooo-la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, ooo-la, la, la, la-ah
La, la, la, la, ooo-la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, ooo-la, la, la, la-ah
La, la, la, la, (baba-bum-bum) ooo-la, la, la, la (bad-a-bum-bum)
La, la, la, la, (baba-bum-bum) ooo-la, la, la, la (bad-a-bum-bum)
La, la, la, la, (ba-ba) ooo-la, la, la, la (ba-ba, ba-ba)

Off the wall – XXXTentacion ft. Ski Mask lyrics

Lyrics XXXTentacion – Off the wall

Since you never gave a damn in the first place
Maybe it’s time you had the tables turned
‘Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
And the verdict is guilty
Man nearly kill.(off the wall)

Cigarettes, haha
Off the lean, off the drink
Ayy ayy ayy, ohhhh, huuuh
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayyyy!

I feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
Huh, feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
I said like insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet
Insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet.

When I d*ckd*ckd*ckd*ckd*ckd*ck that b*tch
And she see Jesus on some rapture s**t
Throw my balls at her Pokémon
Ash Ketchum s**t
Cause I’m fly like a newborn baby wombat wing
Me and this mic is your Mortal Kombat ting
I want some head I’m thinkin’ of zombies thing
Beaming a pistol it look like hadouken
Like mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
Tell these pus*y rappers that it’s time to vacay
Rob your lady versuri-lyrics.info
Told her put her hands up high in the air
Like she ’bout to hit the Nae Nae
They say I’m cr-cr-cr-cr-cray cray
Can’t control the nigga like we shootin’ from the AK
But I kill these rappers I’m a walking breathing, payday
[?] nigga got the Ray Rays
Get away, get away, get away, get away
Better do you or do way way, fade away
You sippin’ Haterade, I’m sippin’ Gatorade
With the lean in it and I call it the fadeaway
I’m so toxic, f*ck, hop up on my d*ck
I think I’m a pilot, ’cause she in my cockpit
Plumber, uh, pop it
Catfish like I Skyped it
Did her ASAP like Rocky
Rockin’ in my motherf*ckin’
Rockin’ rockin’ in my motherf*ckin’.

I feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
Huh, feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
I said like insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet
Insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet.

When I fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fist that b*tch
I’ma make that booty jiggle, it’s a kickback b*tch
She gon’ rub my Dragon Balls, let her make one wish
What is that?
She just wanna take the Young Dagger d*ck
Ayy ayy, ayy ayy, ayy ayy, ayy ayy
She off the Molly she wanna take seven d*ck
Body to body, that’s MC Dagger, b*tch
Think I’m Illuminati ’cause I got money b*tch
Like Ray J, Ray J, Ray J, Ray J
b*tch I hit it first
So I went and hit the Nae Nae
Coming in hot like a missile pus*y, hey bae
f*cking bust a nigga, make him “up, up, and away” ayy
Watch this, uppercut, Super Smash Melee
I just made her spin on my d*ck like a Beyblade
I be like a spinach, I don’t know you [?]
Humina humina, black fist on my way-ay
No Chris Brown, f*ck her, make her look at me now
When I’m in the pus*y say “Oww”
You got no etiquette, just beginning like Genesis
Can you give me a rapper that I’m not better than?
Revenge jean, I think I might OD on sauce
I don’t rock Supreme
Said my d*ck gonna cum and about to last like ever since
When a white, wh-wh-white, wh-wh-white, okay like
Big black, d*ck in your mama mouth
Pull it back, push ya whole wig back
Tic tac, your breath really be you
Yo, you really need a Tic-Tac
Big pump, Cobain, Cobain
Leave a pus*y nigga with no brain, okay
Weenie Hut Jr. looking boy, tell him “Olay!”
I’ma pull that pistol, make ’em miss another, ayyyy!

I feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
Huh, feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
I said like insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet
Insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet, ayyy.
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